[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#7E5C65]Robert Adler[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/24wikia/images/9/9f/Morrison.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070412082437[/img][hr][b] [color=#7E5C65]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
[b][color=#7E5C65]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center] 

[color=#7E5C65]"Sounds good. After you."[/color] Robert said to Adelaide's confirmation of going downstairs to deal with the package, watching her close up and lock down the store tight. Again it wasn't that Robert believed in them being observed by some unknown person or persons unknown through the security cameras. It was perhaps however more convinient to check the packages downstairs in the already well-equiped vault downstairs, in case they needed some gear. As Adelaide walked down the stairs, Robert followed suit, thinking back to his earlier thought that this might make a good book. 

The question was, Christie, Clancy or somone entirely different. Robert needed to start reading some more modern detective novels.¨

Downstairs Robert waited for Adelaide to open the vault with the ususal security measures that put his own workplace to shame, and went in before having the vault door closed behind them. How many times had they been there already that day? Twice in the vault, twice down the stairs. If they kept this up, perhaps Robert would get some much needed excercise. His wishful thinking was interrupted by the far more important clues Adelaide gave Robert, making him close up the distance between them, making sure he wasn't touching anything. Not without gloves. [color=#7E5C65]"I can see why it's weird. Normally one either recieves the package for themselves, or they know what it. This sounds fishy."[/color] Robert commented matter-of-factly, watching her as she looked for the package. [color=#7E5C65]"How long ago was that? Marc being transferred to Justice. You know why? And did you never ask him what were in the packages?"[/color]